THERE IS NO CODE INTENDED IN ANYTHING I WRITE, DO OR WEAR TODAY
April 11, 2011 @ 2:11 p.m.
--There was no code intended in anything I wrote, did or wore on Saturday. I don't want to be bound by code anymore, and I don't want other people to be bound by it, either. The times and numbers that I used were truthful and accurate. I noticed the numbers and would have added something that reiterated that I wasn't using code, but I only had a few seconds left to use the computer and had no Internet access again before today. The clock starts ticking as soon as I put in my PIN; it's just how things worked out on Saturday.
Eliminating code concerns from my life is going to be awkward; it will be awkward for anyone who attempts it, but it's necessary.
Code can't continue; it's unhealthy and time-consuming. It's also dangerous because it lends itself easily to misinterpretations. At the level at which code is getting used, with major world events being presented with double meanings for individuals and personal situations, it's a disaster in the making.
--It's logical that the definition of what sexual harassment is extends to coercing people to participate in sexual harassment, especially if the coercion includes threatening that someone will lose work or personal safety if he or she refuses to participate in the harassment.
--On Saturday evening, I went into a gas station. After deliberating about what to spend some food stamps money on, I picked out some orange juice. At the time, I didn't know that there was any kind of grocery store in town. In fact, there is no supermarket within walking distance, and even if I had the money to take the bus to one of the supermarkets, there's nowhere in the shelter that I can store significant quantities of groceries.
As I walked toward the cash register, I noticed an "Out of Order" sign on the front of the restroom door. I asked the man behind the counter "Is your restroom really out of order?" He said "Yes." I asked "Since when?" He said "About 2 weeks. It's been leaking everywhere."
Here's a question that somebody at the White House might be able to answer:
What is it called when the government or anyone else seeks to stigmatize a person or group of people so that the person or group of people is/are prevented from using a public restroom in a commercial establishment where the party interested in using the restoom is obviously about to make a purchase, is appropriately dressed, and has been neither rude nor disorderly in any way?
There's another gas station which has the following sign on its front door:
"FLOOD HAZARD AREA DEVELOPMENT PERMIT
CITY OF ---------------
PROJECT DESCRIPTION: INSTALL TEMPORARY ROOF OVER EXISTING, LEAKING ROOF
NON-SUBSTANTIAL IMPROVEMENT AT A COST OF: $6,000
The last time I was there, either the sign wasn't there or I hadn't seen it. I did see the signs at the pumps that say "Drive Your Engine Clean," and I heard the cashier say loudly "Go Away!" as I was at the door and leaving.
These are people whom I've never met, never seen before in my life before I got to this town.
Nobody needs to feel sorry for me, by the way; I'd still rather be where I am with the problems that I have than capitulate. I'm never going to change my mind about any of the issues that I've outlined; never. I said I never would, more than a year ago, and I never will.
--Several days ago, one of the staff/volunteers at the shelter where I've been staying told me that he used to be in the military, and that he did "Black Ops." He told me that he used to assasinate people. It was only today that I realized that he might have been trying to threaten me.
Sometimes I wonder what people whom I've met in person over the past year and who talk like that think happened; I wonder what they think I did. If they knew what had happened, they would understand that I haven't done anything, at any time, to deserve what's been going on. I've said it before, and I'm saying it again; I think it's all a bit much. Really; a bit much.
--Also on Saturday: As soon as I walked into the library, two librarians started talking right away. One of them talked to the other about "a pungent cheese" and how good it is in a recipe she makes. The other answered back about a "fresh" (male) writer. When they got no reaction from me, they started talking louder. The one who had talked about "pungent cheese" started talking about "bridges" and "the Panama Canal."
I think stopped them, saying "Could you please take your conversation somewhere else?" In addition to the content of what they were saying, they were being very loud; it's a library. The "pungent cheese," "bridge" and "Panana Canal" librarian said, still loudly "You know, we've had problems with you before." I said back "No, you didn't, and I know that you're saying things to try to upset me. This is a library, and people aren't supposed to be getting abused here."
They were quieter after that, but they kept talking about "fresh" air.
The "problem" that the librarian was referring to about me was a moment in the middle of last week when I was trying to get resumes ready to print out on one of the computers here. As I've said, there is a very limited amount of time available to patrons of the library to use the computers; the clock starts ticking as soon as you put in the PIN that the librarian gives you at the front desk. The librarian had walked over to me and started talking to me while I was trying to get the resumes done; I said, matter--of-factly, "Can we please talk about that later? I need to get this done." She said "You're being very rude," and I said "No, I'm not; I have to get this done and I only have so much time to do it."
She walked away and let me finish my project. When I was done, I went over to her and apologized, saying "I'm sorry if I was abrupt."
That's the "problem" she was referring to that she had supposedly "had with (me) before."
Today, there's a newspaper on display saying "BRIDGE" on it in big letters in one of the rooms where I have usually spent some time reading and organizing.
This is all in addition to the new signs on the front and back of the doors to the restrooms which, as of last week, remind "everyone" to keep the bathrooms "as clean as you found them, or you will be denied future use."
If I get kicked out of the library, whether for objecting to being abused or for some other, made-up reason, I don't know where else I'm going to get Internet access.
This is the United States; the UNITED STATES. IT'S 2011....DID I MENTION THAT IT'S 2011 AND THAT
THIS IS THE UNITED STATES!!!!!????
--Today, I wanted to be able to put up facts about childhood sex abuse. I was thinking first of mentioning some books written by adults in which they describe the effects that being sexually abused as children had on their lives. I'm hesitant to do that because just because someone writes a book about something, it doesn't necessarily mean that he or she wants instant attention of the size and scope that anyone whose book I mention will get the second I mention it.
I did a few Internet searches on the subject; anyone who wants to understand how destructive it is for anyone to try to legitimize child sex abuse and teenage exploitation can understand it without any problem. I'm not saying I'm not going to do more research on the subject, but really, it's a no-brainer. Nobody should be having to hear it from me to understand the issue; there's no reason why people can't understand any of the issues I've mentioned just by thinking about them for themselves.
Copyright L. Kochman April 11, 2011 @ 2:58 p.m.
April 11, 2011 @ 2:11 p.m.
--There was no code intended in anything I wrote, did or wore on Saturday. I don't want to be bound by code anymore, and I don't want other people to be bound by it, either. The times and numbers that I used were truthful and accurate. I noticed the numbers and would have added something that reiterated that I wasn't using code, but I only had a few seconds left to use the computer and had no Internet access again before today. The clock starts ticking as soon as I put in my PIN; it's just how things worked out on Saturday.
Eliminating code concerns from my life is going to be awkward; it will be awkward for anyone who attempts it, but it's necessary.
Code can't continue; it's unhealthy and time-consuming. It's also dangerous because it lends itself easily to misinterpretations. At the level at which code is getting used, with major world events being presented with double meanings for individuals and personal situations, it's a disaster in the making.
--It's logical that the definition of what sexual harassment is extends to coercing people to participate in sexual harassment, especially if the coercion includes threatening that someone will lose work or personal safety if he or she refuses to participate in the harassment.
--On Saturday evening, I went into a gas station. After deliberating about what to spend some food stamps money on, I picked out some orange juice. At the time, I didn't know that there was any kind of grocery store in town. In fact, there is no supermarket within walking distance, and even if I had the money to take the bus to one of the supermarkets, there's nowhere in the shelter that I can store significant quantities of groceries.
As I walked toward the cash register, I noticed an "Out of Order" sign on the front of the restroom door. I asked the man behind the counter "Is your restroom really out of order?" He said "Yes." I asked "Since when?" He said "About 2 weeks. It's been leaking everywhere."
Here's a question that somebody at the White House might be able to answer:
What is it called when the government or anyone else seeks to stigmatize a person or group of people so that the person or group of people is/are prevented from using a public restroom in a commercial establishment where the party interested in using the restoom is obviously about to make a purchase, is appropriately dressed, and has been neither rude nor disorderly in any way?
There's another gas station which has the following sign on its front door:
"FLOOD HAZARD AREA DEVELOPMENT PERMIT
CITY OF ---------------
PROJECT DESCRIPTION: INSTALL TEMPORARY ROOF OVER EXISTING, LEAKING ROOF
NON-SUBSTANTIAL IMPROVEMENT AT A COST OF: $6,000
The last time I was there, either the sign wasn't there or I hadn't seen it. I did see the signs at the pumps that say "Drive Your Engine Clean," and I heard the cashier say loudly "Go Away!" as I was at the door and leaving.
These are people whom I've never met, never seen before in my life before I got to this town.
Nobody needs to feel sorry for me, by the way; I'd still rather be where I am with the problems that I have than capitulate. I'm never going to change my mind about any of the issues that I've outlined; never. I said I never would, more than a year ago, and I never will.
--Several days ago, one of the staff/volunteers at the shelter where I've been staying told me that he used to be in the military, and that he did "Black Ops." He told me that he used to assasinate people. It was only today that I realized that he might have been trying to threaten me.
Sometimes I wonder what people whom I've met in person over the past year and who talk like that think happened; I wonder what they think I did. If they knew what had happened, they would understand that I haven't done anything, at any time, to deserve what's been going on. I've said it before, and I'm saying it again; I think it's all a bit much. Really; a bit much.
--Also on Saturday: As soon as I walked into the library, two librarians started talking right away. One of them talked to the other about "a pungent cheese" and how good it is in a recipe she makes. The other answered back about a "fresh" (male) writer. When they got no reaction from me, they started talking louder. The one who had talked about "pungent cheese" started talking about "bridges" and "the Panama Canal."
I think stopped them, saying "Could you please take your conversation somewhere else?" In addition to the content of what they were saying, they were being very loud; it's a library. The "pungent cheese," "bridge" and "Panana Canal" librarian said, still loudly "You know, we've had problems with you before." I said back "No, you didn't, and I know that you're saying things to try to upset me. This is a library, and people aren't supposed to be getting abused here."
They were quieter after that, but they kept talking about "fresh" air.
The "problem" that the librarian was referring to about me was a moment in the middle of last week when I was trying to get resumes ready to print out on one of the computers here. As I've said, there is a very limited amount of time available to patrons of the library to use the computers; the clock starts ticking as soon as you put in the PIN that the librarian gives you at the front desk. The librarian had walked over to me and started talking to me while I was trying to get the resumes done; I said, matter--of-factly, "Can we please talk about that later? I need to get this done." She said "You're being very rude," and I said "No, I'm not; I have to get this done and I only have so much time to do it."
She walked away and let me finish my project. When I was done, I went over to her and apologized, saying "I'm sorry if I was abrupt."
That's the "problem" she was referring to that she had supposedly "had with (me) before."
Today, there's a newspaper on display saying "BRIDGE" on it in big letters in one of the rooms where I have usually spent some time reading and organizing.
This is all in addition to the new signs on the front and back of the doors to the restrooms which, as of last week, remind "everyone" to keep the bathrooms "as clean as you found them, or you will be denied future use."
If I get kicked out of the library, whether for objecting to being abused or for some other, made-up reason, I don't know where else I'm going to get Internet access.
This is the United States; the UNITED STATES. IT'S 2011....DID I MENTION THAT IT'S 2011 AND THAT
THIS IS THE UNITED STATES!!!!!????
--Today, I wanted to be able to put up facts about childhood sex abuse. I was thinking first of mentioning some books written by adults in which they describe the effects that being sexually abused as children had on their lives. I'm hesitant to do that because just because someone writes a book about something, it doesn't necessarily mean that he or she wants instant attention of the size and scope that anyone whose book I mention will get the second I mention it.
I did a few Internet searches on the subject; anyone who wants to understand how destructive it is for anyone to try to legitimize child sex abuse and teenage exploitation can understand it without any problem. I'm not saying I'm not going to do more research on the subject, but really, it's a no-brainer. Nobody should be having to hear it from me to understand the issue; there's no reason why people can't understand any of the issues I've mentioned just by thinking about them for themselves.
Copyright L. Kochman April 11, 2011 @ 2:58 p.m.